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Nicolle Wallace, MS NOW anchor, blasting Cankles for his attacks on female reporters and calling out the media for refusing to stand up to him:

“He called ABC's Rachel Scott today, quote, obnoxious and terrible. December 6th, he called Caitlin Collins, quote, stupid and nasty. On November 27th, he said, are you stupid? to CBS journalist Nancy Cordes. On November 26th, he called The New York Times Katie Rogers, quote, ugly. On November 18th, he called ABC's Mary Bruce terrible and insubordinate. November 14th, he told a Bloomberg reporter, quote, quiet piggy. This is sick shit. This is sick. And anyone in the room is in the room to do a job for their viewers or their readers. But they should go home tonight and think about whether their sisters or their daughters or their moms or their sons or their husbands or their fathers think that there's something else they should do the next time he calls a female journalist obnoxious, terrible, stupid, nasty, stupid, ugly, terrible, insubordinate or piggy. Because maybe if [Cankles] can't live without being on TV and maybe if they said, you know what, we're going to have some solidarity like they did with him wanting to change the names of oceans. I mean, we're either going to normalize this and then you're going to hear all sorts of prominent people calling women all sorts of names. I'm sure by the time I get off TV, I'll have a few of those myself. But we're either going to normalize this and usher in an era of unprecedented misogyny or that press corps is going to act as one and say no more.”

The press corps’ refusal to stand up for their female colleagues is not only a despicable show of cowardice, it’s also enabling Cankles’ campaign to bully his way into state-sponsored media, where all he gets are softball questions and praise because everyone is too afraid to stand up to him.

But we’ve seen before that Cankles and his regime back down when someone stands up to them and so we need the White House press corps to grow some backbone and start standing up for women.

And America.

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Talbert Swan, bishop of the Vermont Ecclesiastical Jurisdiction, on America’s ongoing ties to racism and white supremacy:

"If one white woman accused me of rape my career would be over. A white man accused of assault by twenty-two women being able to run for a second term as president with half the country still supporting him, is all you need to know about racism, white male patriarchy and white supremacy.”

This is where we need to face our shame, that we have allowed a white male convicted felon and sexual predator to be given power over this country.

It’s our collective shame, though half of us don’t even acknowledge it.

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Thomas Massie, GOP Representative :

“I am sorry if one of your billionaire donors is going to get embarrassed because he went to rape island … that is what they have coming. So, how will we know if this bill has been successful? We will know when there are men, rich men in handcuffs being perp-walked to the jail. Until then, there is still a cover-up.”

I will have the popcorn at the ready when these pedophiles are arrested … or, perhaps, because they are mostly rich and white, if they are arrested.

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Elena Kagan, Supreme Court Justice, tearing into the Conservative SCOTUS gang in a scathing dissent against their decision to let Texas go ahead with Cankles’ election-rigging scheme:

“We are a higher court than the District Court, but we are not a better one when it comes to making such a fact-based decision. That is why we are supposed to use a clear-error standard of review—why we are supposed to uphold the District Court’s decision that race-based line-drawing occurred (even if we would have ruled differently) so long as it is plausible. Without so much as a word about that standard, this Court today announces that Texas may run next year’s elections with a map the District Court found to have violated all our oft-repeated strictures about the use of race in districting. Today’s order disrespects the work of a District Court that did everything one could ask to carry out its charge—that put aside every consideration except getting the issue before it right. And today’s order disserves the millions of Texans whom the District Court found were assigned to their new districts based on their race. Because this Court’s precedents and our Constitution demand better, I respectfully dissent.”

Alito and company have no problem depriving millions of Americans of their political voice as long as it serves their extremist right-wing, Nationalist Chistian AKA Nat-C political agenda. The Constitution, like everything else, simply exists for them when it is convenient and is easily ignored when it is not.

Every one of the rightwing puppet masters should be impeached at the first opportunity and removed from the court, replaced with people who will actually uphold their oath to the Constitution.

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Holland Taylor, actor, speaking about her partner, Sarah Paulson, at the unveiling of Paulsen’s  star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame:

“Sarah, the actress, is first of all a wild creature in the animal kingdom. Warm-blooded, instinctive, mysterious. And Sarah is dangerous—trust me in this—not dangerous like a snake, more like a mongoose. You know, those darling furry, little creatures that kill snakes. Nothing interferes with her laser perception of her character’s traits, its habitat, vulnerabilities, its heroism, its ugliness, terrible truths, its comic pathos. She zeros into a story’s central struggle, where most of us aren’t even aware of our own. Her acting is as honest as our faith and as complicated as chemistry. She’s not deceiving us, she is practicing magic. Truth to tell, it is these relationships where Sarah is most complex, dedicated and giving. Sometimes it’s hard to believe she’s an actress. She breaks the mold, throws assumptions out the window, does it her way. She will always surprise us. Hollywood does well to honor her. And just in case she doesn’t know it, she has a permanent shining star on my street. I love you, darling.”

Paulson and Taylor began dating in 2015 and have had to repeatedly defend their 31-year age gap relationship causing Paulsen to explain:

“If anyone wants to spend any time thinking I’m strange for loving the most spectacular person on the planet, then that’s their problem.”

It’s love, y’all, and respect and trust and admiration, and then more love. I only hope that Carlos thinks of me as a ‘darling, dangerous little mongoose.’

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Bobservations

Last Friday Carlos had a couple of translations in Magistrate Court in Lancaster and so my job was to Uber him up there, a task he described as romantic: driving up a two-lane highway to Lancaster South Carolina in the rain does not really strike me as romantic, but off we went.

The first case, the litigants never showed; the second case the litigants were given the chance to resolve their dispute without the judge and they did just that. So, while Carlos did get paid, he did no actual translations at all and as the judge was signing the paperwork he asked Carlos if there was anything else he could do and my sweet husband said:

“You could buy me dinner.”

I asked to spend the weekend in lockup out of embarrassment.

Seriously, though, the judge thought it funny.

This Tuxedo Says is from July 2021 …

Speaking of Tuxedo, he really likes humans, but he definitely doesn’t understand y’all …

Before anyone talks about “bombing fishing boats” or “stopping fentanyl from Venezuela,” here are the actual facts:

The closest point between Venezuela and the United States is 1,073 miles. That’s over a thousand miles of open ocean. A typical fishing boat would need 6–12 full tanks of fuel to even attempt that trip. It’s not a realistic trafficking route—it’s not even physically practical.

But the kicker is that virtually no fentanyl comes from Venezuela so why are we shooting boats out of the water and killing people? The idea that Venezuelan fishing boats are flooding the U.S. with fentanyl is not only just wrong—it’s physically impossible.

If we want to solve the fentanyl crisis, we have to start with facts, not myths.

This is a post about The Football, kind of, though, since it’s my blog it morphs into “Look!!! Hot Guy!!”

Last week Los Angeles Chargers quarterback Justin Herbert broke his left hand in a game  and a fan posted a photo of Herbert at practice wearing a protective glove, but it wasn’t the glove the readers were talking about:

“I’m not gay but that man is an absolute hotboy and I will fight anyone that disagrees.”

“I AM gay and I concur.”

I also concur. Even Chargers coach Jim Harbaugh can’t contain his man-crush on Herbert:

“There’s not one gene in his body I wouldn’t like immediately trade.”

Again, I concur. But there were more comments, like this one dubbed BoltBack Mountain:

“I’m not homosexual but I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Justin Herbert. We won’t ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him tighten his ass as he chops wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I’ll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Justin. I won’t be able to climax and I’ll eventually go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other’s eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then he’ll go inside, pen a brief missive to his departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without his one true platonic love.”

Give me a minute, for some reason it got very hot in the house. Okay, here are some more comments:

“I’m not homosexual, Justin and I ... it’s different. It’s like ancient Greece, so like marble stuff all over. Pillars and like marble baths. Togas. He just kind of holds me, ya know? I have a wicker basket of grapes and I delicately offer him one grape at a time. Maybe he does a brief squeeze and giggles before feeding me a plump, juicy grape. Nothing sexual. No homo. Just the safety, the security of holding each other, nourishing one another with lush, purple, plump grapes.”

And the most amazing thing about this thread was that people played along with the spirit and didn’t post anything homophobic or rude; it was just a fun, albeit mighty hot, time:

“This whole thread could be compiled into a woman’s (or man’s, not that there’s anything wrong with that) erotic novel and probably be fairly successful. Even with that picture as the cover. Imagine seeing it on mee maw’s bedside table amongst the hard candies. As you gasp in awe of grandmas superb taste, she sees you, winks and whispers ‘bolt up.'”

As for the game itself, the Chargers expect Herbert to try and play. If so, fans watching ESPN and ABC can see what all the fuss is about.

And it's all about one very hot man in tight pants playing some kind of sportsball.

Now, on the flip side … Vice President CouchFucker has social media users cringing after telling a story about Cankles wanting to give him a new pair of shoes because JD’s were "sh***y shoes":

“Today I'm in the Oval Office with the President and … we're talking about something really important. The President kind of holds up his hand and says, ‘no, no, no, hold on a second. There's something much more important. Shoes.’ He peers over the Resolute desk and he says … JD, you …have sh***y shoes. He goes out and grabs a catalog … And he actually runs us through this incredible shoe catalog. The President is gifting us with… shoes.”

JD then tells Cankles that he wears a size 13:

"The President leans back in his chair and says, you know you can tell a lot about a man by his shoe size.”

And this is what happens when Cankles and the CouchFucker are in the Oval Office talking about “something” important … dick size. This is the clusterfuck in charge, these little dicked men.

The Reverend Stephen Josama of St. Susanna Parish in Dedham, Massachusetts is once again using the church’s Nativity scene to comment on the state of America in 2025. He fitted this year’s Nativity with a sign that reads: “ICE was Here” in place of the traditional figures and Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

In year’s past he used the Nativity to comment on climate change and gun control and, in 2018, during Cankles first attack on immigrants, put the Baby Jesus in a cage.

Nicely done, Rev

Andrea Denver is an Italian model, reality TV personality and entrepreneur known for his major modeling campaigns for Hugo Boss, Ralph Lauren, MAC Cosmetics and as co-founder of the sustainable clothing brand Son of Wind ; that’s a lot, but let’s boil it down to Would You Hit It? 

Architecture Wednesday: Italianate South London Artist’s Studio

The three-bedroom Italianate-style property was built in 1846 on Fulham Road and unfolds across almost 2,800 square feet, with three bedrooms and a series of exquisitely composed and airy living spaces, including a dramatic double-height kitchen on the lower ground floor. At the rear of the house, a unique barrel-vaulted Victorian artist’s studio is connected by a charming courtyard garden and an interior walkway.

The home has an intriguing history, having been the home of Mary Pickford, one of the very first female MPs, as well as renowned sculptor Uli Nimptsch. His statue of David Lloyd George, which stands in the Members’ Lobby of the House of Commons, was sculpted in the garden studio.

Designed in the neo-classical tradition, a tall gate opens to a small garden, with a York stone terrace with steps that ascend to the main entrance while down a few steps is the entry to the lower level. There is also a side entrance, leading directly to the artist’s studio to the rear.

The ground floor features a formal reception room, original plasterwork, full-height shuttered casement windows, unlacquered brass electric plates and cast-iron radiators; from the hallway you can you’re your way back to the studio or take the stairs down to the garden level with the main living areas.

The sizable kitchen is the central part of the lower-ground floor’s open-plan living space with a dramatic double-height ceiling at the rear. Space for dining is nearest these tall windows, while the central part of the space is comprised of the kitchen with a large island and plenty of storage; an additional informal seating area at the front of the floor’s plan; along with a powder room and the lower-ground entrance.

Up on the first floor is the principal suite, with its sleeping quarters at the front and a dressing room with walk-in wardrobe and spacious en suite bathroom at the rear, through wedding doors. The bathroom has French windows that open to a Juliet balcony with views of the back garden and neighboring gardens and rooftops. The second-floor features two further bedrooms and a shared bathroom with laundry facilities located behind fitted cupboards on the spacious landing.

The artist’s studio forms an independent space, with entry either from the main house or via external side access, with entrance to the hallway with a small kitchenette. A hallway leads from the entrance past the kitchenette and into the main space, a vast barrel-vaulted room with an exquisite strapwork plaster ceiling, some 26-feet deep and over 14-feet high. A huge window set into the north elevation frames views to the courtyard garden and main house, while the interior south wall is home to custom-built walnut bookcases with cupboards below. A large stone chimneypiece provides a focal point for the room, and gas supply is fitted for a fire.

The charming south-facing walled courtyard garden is enclosed and entirely private, accessible both from the lower-ground floor of the main house and the artists’ studio. Laid with York stone in a pretty pattern, the boundary wall also has willow screening above and a mature purple flowering wisteria provides a wonderful scent in springtime.

It’s a gorgeous old home, filled with history, art and politics.

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Ain't That America XXV

Another week, or two, has come and gone and we are still mired in lies, drunks, racists and fascist and felchers … ain’t that America …

Let’s go …

The Department of Health and Human Services, under Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr.—the heroin addict, anti-vaxxing, adulterous, felcher—has removed the legal name “Rachel” from Adm. Rachel Levine’s official portrait and replaced it with her deadname, and doing so beneath the mounted glass typically used for permanent institutional displays. Levine was the first transgender person confirmed by the U.S. Senate, something that took place under President Joe Biden.

I cannot wait until we remove the name Robert F. Kennedy Jr. from any and all government buildings, offices, programs, memos, bathroom stall scribbles, etc.

This week KKKarolying Leavitt said:

“Refugee admissions into the country right now are essentially at zero, with the exception of Afrikaners fleeing persecution in South Africa.”

The White Supremacy party at work.

The Department of Justice has instructed inspectors to stop evaluating prisons and jails using standards designed to protect transgender, intersex and gender-nonconforming people from sexual violence.

The regime wants anyone who isn’t straight to be attacked and murdered in prison.

Juan Orlando Hernández said he would “stuff the drugs up the gringos’ noses” and also accepted a $1 million bribe from El Chapo to allow cocaine shipments to pass through Honduras.

At his trial in New York, it was shown how Hernández maintained Honduras as a bastion of the global drug trade and raked in millions for cartels while keeping Honduras one of poorest, most violent and most corrupt countries. He was convicted on drug trafficking and weapons charges and sentenced to 45 years in prison until Cankles pardoned him.

Cankles is shooting boats and murdering people in the Caribbean because he “thinks” they’re running drugs but a known drug dealer he let’s out of jail.

Sounds like Cankles wants in on the drug money.

Cankles also set David Gentile, a private equity executive found guilty forr his role in a $1.6 billion scheme to defraud thousands of victims, free after 14 days served of a seven year sentence.

Once again, the rich get aided and abetted by this Fascist Regime.

Cankles job approval rating has fallen another five percentage points to 36%, the lowest of his second term, while disapproval has risen to 60%. His prior second-term low point in approval was a statistically similar 37% in July, and his all-time low was 34% in 2021, at the end of his first term when he sent his cult to attack the Capitol on January 6.

Both Republicans’ and independents’ ratings of Cankles have worsened significantly since last month. Republicans’ approval has fallen seven points to 84%, while independents’ has slipped eight points to 25%.

Meanwhile he naps.

For weeks, a rumor has been circulating that Border Barbie, Dog Killer Kristi Noem may soon be on the outs. Apparently Cankles is still fond of her but top White House officials have grown frustrated with her tenure especially after she hired the man with whom she has been having a years’ long adulterous affair.

This can be both Good News and Bad, depending on when and if she goes and the new person who gets her job.

In the wake of a series of photos showing Cankles, AKA The Nodfather, AKA Don Snoreleone, AKA Dozing Donny, Dozy Don, The Commander in Sleep and The Big Napper, House  Speaker Mike “Little” Johnson has taken sycophancy to new heights with an unbelievable claim that Cankles works 21 hours a day.

Sources close to The Big Napper say he is “sensitive to being compared to Sleepy Joe” especially after last week’s Cabinet Meeting Nap.

Stocks and cryptocurrencies linked to Cankles are in a deep slump, leaving some of the president’s biggest fans with steep losses. In fact shares of Cankles Media & Technology Group DJT, which operates his Truth Social platform, have tumbled 75% since his inauguration.

Even better, the Slovenian Hooker’s grift is down about 99%.

Cankles said he will release the results of his MRI test that he received in October.

Remember when he said he would release his tax returns and didn’t? Or when he said he’s release his college transcripts and didn’t? Every time he’s said he would release the results of his physical exams and didn’t?

The only thing he releases, other than gas, are lies.

The Department of Education is begging hundreds of workers it fired earlier this year to return to work to catch up on a backlog of complaints.

You cannot make this shiz up.

FBI Director Kash Patel has—on more than one occasion—ordered that the security detail protecting his girlfriend to escort her inebriated friends home after a night of partying in Nashville.

Patel’s girlfriend, Alexis Wilkins, asked FBI agents on her security team at least two times, including once this spring, to drive her friend home, and agents objected to diverting from their assignment. But Patel insisted they do as Wilkins requested and in one case called the leader of Wilkins’ security detail and yelled at him to do so.

Your tax dollars at work.

Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth has posted a twisted parody that turns a character loved by children for decades into an armed killer.

DUI Hegseth used his social media account to share a child-unsafe version of the Franklin the Turtle children’s book franchise he calls ‘Franklin Targets Narco Terrorists’ and shows the usually gentle turtle standing on the edge of a helicopter, firing a missile at a boat, seemingly carrying drugs, in the throes of exploding.

Hegseth’s caption on the Sunday post reads, “For your Christmas wish list…”

There’s no way around it, we have yet another story of the Crazy known as RFK Jr.

In the latest, grossest plot twist in the ongoing saga of RFK’s affair with the political journalist Olivia Nuzzi, we have a poem that RFK appears to have written to his lover about his own ejaculation, which he calls “my harvest.”

Parts of the poem—which I will neither looks for nor share—were published on the Substack of Nuzzi’s ex Ryan Lizza, who is also a political journalist and who was engaged to Nuzzi at the time of the alleged affair.

Oy vey, the CouchFucker has gone meshuga. The invitation for a Hanukkah celebration at the vice president’s residence included glaring errors referencing the wrong holiday.

The green-and-gold invite for the December 15th festivities said it was an invitation from “The Vice President and The Second Lady” for a “Hanukkah Reception at the Vice President’s Residence,” but the top of the invite read:

“The Golden Noel: CELEBRATING 50 YEARS OF CHRISTMAS AT THE VICE PRESIDENT’S RESIDENCE.”

When you wonder exactly how stupid JD is, here’s just one example.

The Cankles Regime has changed which holidays qualify for free entrance to national parks and has removed both Martin Luther King Jr. Day and Juneteenth.

But, why he slams a Civil Rights icon, and smacks the faces of every Black American he wants you to know that you can get in free on his birthday.

I think that day is called Gelatinous Racist Day.

But we have a better day in store … Election Day 2026 …